Lyrics:
the light
Heard a voice that sound like Barry White, said "sure you're right"
Don't let me find out who tried to bite
They better off goin' to fly a kite
to
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Oh, I love the Lord (I love the Lord)
I sure do, surely do love the Lord
He heard, he heard my cry (he heard my
wanna ride
I'm gon' need somebody by my side
I decided this is do or die
And I'm alive
If it wasn't for John, we couldn't do any of this
Now we got
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
I'm better than
why'all know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
Today's the day, we gon' get him out them tiers (Tiers)
This our only shot, he been locked up for years (Years)
That's my brother on my mother any
living life
I know they want me gone, but my brother's not gonna let that slide
I'm young but I'm not lonely, man, I gotta start a new life
I'm young but
about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
is this
Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah witness
Stronger than listerine, moppin' up rappers like Mr. Clean
Oh Lord, the Kane just
had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his
brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
trouble in Hustle
Andrews, and they my brothers
Never ain't seen the gold
See them tell on one another
Shit make me don't wanna hustle
Damn, I swear
All I
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by fifty two brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But
Brother told me keep yah head up
I'm just tryna keep my check up
Niggas sleep let rest em up
Ima keep applying pressure
I'm on they neck & ain't gon let up
catch static brothers beef and they tellin me
Jealousy let it be, 'cause I got funk with my melon
Now it's time to rhyme and tell a G this fella be
Movin
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
Yeah Mom's burning up on the ceiling
We was forced to live this life but I'm more than willing
My pops went missing I gotta get my lil brother
It's
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
He grabbed me by the shirt
While I was paying for my beer
And screamed "There you are Balthazar
I knew I'd
Man I love this beat
This one's for the brothers by the way
[Verse 1]
Broken heart, now I'm all sorrowful
My heart cold, heat gone, all pitiful
I fell
can do all by myself
I can say my alphabet
There's not a letter I'll forget
I don't need help from my dad or my mother
Don't need to ask my yucchy big
dying
And I reminiscing bout' them times, wish I could rewind
Know my mom think bout' my brother, I know she cry
Knowing she did her best to care for us
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks yo
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